towerofanimus | With the beast inside

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[ou] bro strider

With the beast inside

Characters: Bro and Dave Strider
Setting: Wherever Dave is!!
Format: Prose
Summary: Bro is suffering the effects of the insanity... Stuff happens.
Warnings: Insane!Bro, that is all that needs saying. Also death.

It was too late for him to go back, by the time he had finally started to succumb to the effects of whatever was getting to him. Sure he had felt it at first, but he was too strong-willed to be scared off by it. Too prideful. He wasn't going to let the tower push him around, and a voice in his head just wasn't going to get to him. After all, it wasn't the worst that the tower had put him through. But then it started getting worse. When he started seeing things out of the corner of his eye, he couldn't bring himself to leave. Then the voices started. Dave's voice, people's he knew from earth. About how he'd failed them. Dave got to him the most, because he was used to failing him day after day here, not being able to save him from the horrors of the tower. Eventually he couldn't really take it anymore and he'd curled up somewhere, trying not to listen to them, no will to actually get up and move. But they weren't ignorable, and they slowly got to him.

It wasn't until the hallucinations started that he finally pushed himself up and began walking, body stiff at first. He wasn't sure where he was going, but the visions kept him moving. Eventually he decided to look for Dave, his mind telling him he needed to find him. Maybe to prove the voices wrong, to not fail him for once in his life. He could do that, couldn't he? Something was pushing him to try, even if under normal circumstances he didn't believe he could. It was nearing his fifth hour when he set out to look for him, and his determination only grew from there.

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Dave was currently on the floating island floor. The mist made everything seem so much more grim. He liked coming here to think, even though it wouldn't be too long before he headed back down. Didn't want to chance being out here too long after seeing what had happened to John and Dave. He was really weary though. Dealing with both of them took a lot out of him and he ached all over and his body really wanted rest. Especially after dealing with the events from the elevator and Valentines. He was basically done with February.

He thinks he's been here long enough and slowly makes his way back to the staircase. Gotta make sure everyone is okay. You think that people would know better after the first few people start wigging out. Nope.

In a way, it was as if his body was leading him to where he needed to go. Any nullification that came with being in a safe area on his way to Dave was undone by the time he spent on floors looking for Dave. He didn't know where Dave was, but it was as if he could feel when he was getting closer. And then he came upon him as he was heading out of the floating island floor.

Bro's katana was in his hand, perhaps an ominous sign, and he stopped a few feet away from Dave. He didn't say anything as he stared at him, hand shaking lightly as it held the katana. There was Dave, alive in front of him. Alive. For now. Who knew how long that was going to be? It wasn't like things were predictable here. The castle could decide it had enough of Dave Strider and want to off him.

He just stood there, staring. Not saying anything, almost as if he wasn't sure what to say. Or do. The voices he'd heard earlier came back to him as he did so, the ones telling him how much he'd failed. What a shitty guardian he was, and that he was responsible for this. No matter how much he tried to ignore them, he couldn't.

"It's all my fault."

Could Dave even hear him from there? It came out as a whisper, a shaky one. His grip tightened around his katana, knuckles white against it.

Dave didn't back up, but he did tense up. There was something very off about the other, and he was just going to me a pretty educated guess as to why. He isn't attacking him like Dave or John though. Maybe he's just being paranoid. Maybe Bro isn't that far gone and he's only having some minor effects. Gives him time to lead Bro back so he can detox or something.

He furrowed his eyebrows slightly. The longer time ticked, the more this got weird and the more this made him uncomfortable. He slowly approached Bro.

"What? No. Dude, we went over this before. Why we gotta do this now?" Ugh. This is not the right place to be having this conversation, Bro. Why you gotta. Come on. "You know what. You can tell me all about it. How about we head for the stairs and go back to the dorm levels or something. You know. Just not out here. Doesn't that sound chill? I think it does."

Bro...? "Hey... Bro? You okay?"

Bro shook his head as Dave began speaking, a slight flash of anger going through him at Dave's denial that it was his fault. How many times had they had this discussion? Too fucking many. Every time, Dave disagreed with him. But then things kept happening, he kept failing to protect him. How was it not his fault? More than the anger, though, was a something like a wave of fear as Dave began approaching him. As if something inside of him felt like Dave being near him was a bad idea. No, the more he latched onto that and thought about it, the more he realized it was a bad idea. He couldn't protect him, could he? It was like he was the bad one for not being able to do that. He was the one to blame. Dave shouldn't be around him because he kept doing nothing but failing him.

And just as soon as that line of thinking solidified, it morphed into something different. Defeat.

"What's the point?" he said, voicing his thoughts. "What's the fucking POINT?" the last line came out louder, very nearly a yell. "What's the point of any goddamn thing here, when all you're gonna do is end up dead and I can't do anything about it, Dave?" He still wasn't moving, but his hand twitched, the katana swaying slightly. "Why even bother doing anything, when you're just gonna keep dying...and dying... and dying?" His voice was still relatively calm, though with a definite edge to it as he hissed out the last word. "I didn't need to be told that I'm a failure, they were just beating a dead fucking horse."

He stopped, letting out a laugh. It was bitter, and shaky, but somehow it managed to sound amused nonetheless.

"I think... I'm done tryin' though. Because the thing about failures is, you do it so many times that you just... lose that spark. The one that fuckin' keeps you going." He took one step closer. "I think my spark's just about out, kid."

Dave jolted and went stock still when Bro raises his voice suddenly. Oh no. He doesn't understand. What's going on? Why was Bro acting like this? He almost prefer Bro just suddenly lash out at him like everyone else. Because at least that was possible to deal with. This? This is some grade A mindfuck and he didn't want to deal with his emotions anymore than he already has too. He was tired. He didn't need more on his plate.

And he just feels a wave of panic settle on him. What was Bro saying? Why? "I-that's my fault! Me dying. That just means I couldn't stop myself from dying. Why does this always have to be about you not stopping it? You already prepared my for SBURB and everyhing, Bro." He doesn't like this. He needs to get Bro back to the staircase to start detoxing now. This was getting out of hand.

Oh god he just wants to vomit. His stomach definitely just fell. Or maybe he got dropped into ice water? He isn't sure. "What? No. You can't just give up. We got this far. You can't."

Of fucking course he would argue. He couldn't just listen for once, he couldn't just agree. Leave it to Dave to be a stubborn bastard. For once in Bro's life, he wished Dave would just fucking shut up and not argue with him, because it was all driving him mad. He knew this all to be true, so why the fuck didn't Dave see it? How could he blame himself when it was so clearly Bro's fault? Bro should have been able to protect him. It was his job. He hadn't prepared Dave enough for shit. He should have been able to do more. But he couldn't, and that was his fault. For not being good enough.

And then Dave had the nerve to tell him he couldn't give up. Which both angered and amused him. He couldn't give up, huh? Clearly Dave didn't know how hard he had it, trying to protect him. But it didn't matter, because he was going to give up. He couldn't protect Dave, so what was the point in trying? There was no point. Dave would end up dying no matter what.

"Yes I fuckin' can." He voice was low and firm, and he sounded both angry and tired. "I can and I am. And you know what? I should just do it right here, right now and get it fucking over with, because you're going to die regardless."

Dave couldn't understand why Bro would want to give up. It wouldn't change anything in this place. He'd still be stuck here and deal with whatever the Tower decides to throw at them. What, was Bro just going to lie on the ground and take it? That wasn't like Bro. That isn't a thing they do. And maybe Dave just thinks it's unfair for Bro to give up like this. Not when so much has already passed and how they still got over it. Why now of all times?

He was dead sure that this was just the affects of the mist and it wasn't Bro talking. It's whatever this stuff did to people and slowly drove them mad. He reached out towards Bro. "Okay. Fine. Give up. But you're gonna go give up somewhere else and no on this stupid island." If he could just get Bro back and start reversing the affects...

In a flash, Bro was reaching out with his other hand and catching Dave's wrist. His grip was hard, probably painfully so. "I think you misunderstand me, kid." He said quietly, almost... resigned, as if he'd come to accept something that wasn't quite clear. "I'm giving up, but I ain't gonna just sit here and do nothing. I'm giving up in a more proactive kind of way." He still wasn't letting go of Dave's wrist, rather his grip seemed to get harder the more he spoke.

It all made sense in his mind, everything he was saying, everything he was about to say. He was tired of fighting, and he was tired of fighting a pointless fight. So why fight anymore, when he could just get it over with himself? Save them both the trouble. Wouldn't it be better that way, instead of whatever the tower might throw at him?

"When I said I should get it over with, I meant killing you."

Dave winced and he grit his teeth, trying to keep his expression as neutral as possible. Bro had to know this hurt. That he was crushing his wrist, painfully so. There's no way Bro can't know because Bro knew when to back off usually. Sometimes shit happened, but in this current situation, he would know when to let off.

Dave feels really stupid for getting so close. He knew there was something wrong with the other. Why did he let it get to this point?

When Bro speaks again, Dave doesn't waste anytime. He swings his sword at Bro. It wasn't to hurt the other. It was just so Bro would let go and he can back the fuck up. Gain some resemblance to proper footing. Consider an alternative to fleeing. Usually he wouldn't run when he had to help the other. Usually. But he also wasn't in a proper condition to fight Bro of all people. The guy who taught him everything he knows. Not in his current health and definitely not even when he's in perfect condition. He needed to abscond. At least to another floor where his powers were accessible. He had nothing but his skills right now. No immortality. No time powers. He was just a kid with a sword. "You don't decide for me whether I should die or not."

Bro was quick to move when Dave swung his sword at him, reluctantly letting go of his wrist to dodge it. What a fucking little shit. Did he really just say that? Did he really just fucking swing his sword at him? That pissed Bro off, because it meant Dave couldn't see what was for the best. That he was, for once, actually acting in Dave's best interest, rather than always failing him. This was the one thing he could do that wouldn't make him a complete and utter failure. "Better me than the fucking tower," he snarled, and before Dave could move very far, he was standing upright and aiming a kick at him.

He sure as fuck did. You think he's gonna let you kill him without a say? Dude, he is not going to lie down and take this. As much as he does have a high death rate (actually, he's gotten the passed few months without dying), Dave never actually really wanted to die. He didn't want to go out without a fight. With at least trying, because he wasn't going to just let things happen without being stubborn. Dave was a fighter and had the heart of one. Even after a year of being here, he never really stopped trying.

"The Tower is gonna be here no matter what you do." Did Bro forget that they just come back after dying? It's a useless endeavor!

He sidestepped the kick. He needed to get around Bro before the other pushed him too far back.

Maybe he was forgetting that, or maybe he just thought it didn't matter. Because in his mind, he thought it was for the best. Dave was better off dead than alive here. "If you're so intent on not listening to me, then shut the fuck up!" Because he wasn't in the mood for talk. He wanted to focus on the task at hand, which was putting Dave out of his misery. Bro had no intention of letting Dave sidestep him, and any time he tried, he would move and prevent it. After a moment, he swung his sword with a growl, swiping it through the air at Dave with a quickness that only a Strider could have.

Dave thinks it's kind of funny how he thought he could somehow deal with this rationally. What a fucking laugh. What was he thinking.

He immediately staggered back when Bro swings his sword at him. Well. This was definitely happening. There's no way this wasn't happening. They were gonna strife, and Dave was sure he was gonna lose. It wasn't even that he didn't have confidence in his abilities. But This was Bro. And he was already tired. Still. He raised his sword up, ready for Bro's attacks.

Yeah. It was happening. He was makin it hapen. There was no rationality right now, only the slowly onsetting madness that Bro had been experiencing for the last few hours had seen to that. This? This was rational for him. In his mind, this was completely and totally rational and legit. He was making the best choice he'd made since coming to the tower. This was going to protect Dave more than any other thing he'd done. And then he wouldn't have to protect Dave anymore, because the tower would no longer be able to hurt him.

He swung his sword hard at Dave's sword, the to try and knock it out of his hand. Because if Dave didn't have his sword anymore, then he could make this quick.

Dave merely moved his sword out of the way. He couldn't let Bro disarm him. If he gets disarmed, then the odds would be stacked even higher against him. At least armed, he maybe had a miniscule of a chance.

Oh who is he kidding, but denial can be healthy at times if it meant keeping you from just taking it like a bitch. After Bro swung, Dave dashed forward, swinging at the other.

What chance do you really have, Dave? When you really get down to it, you never have a chance here. Ever. This is just one of the many times in which the tower decided to screw you over, even if Bro didn't realize it right now. The point of the matter is you have no chance, and you're going to die regardless of what happens. You're just delaying the inevitable by fighting him.

When Dave came at him, Bro is quick to parry it, shifting his sword to block it. As their swords meet with a clang, he presses against him hard, trying to push Dave's sword back. After a second, he lifts his leg and aims another kick at the younger Strider's stomach, trying to disorient him so he'll have an easier time disarming him.

He can believe in false hope if he wants too. It helps him get through some days when things are particularly bad, okay. Don't judge.

Dave grimaces as the kick that Bro aims connects. But he doesn't falter at all. It was going to take more than just a few well aimed kicks to get him, Bro. Especially when he knows how badly things will go if he loses his sword. With his right hand, he balls it into a fist and aims a punch at Bro's side, his left hand still gripping his sword tightly.

Nah, he will judge you for that, Dave. False hope is fucking stupid as hell. It's better to have no hope than it is to have false hope, in his opinion. At least then you don't get disappointed or let down.

He's annoyed when the kick connects but Dave doesn't really show signs of pain. But not really surprised, considering he taught him and Dave knows better than to let something like that get to him. When Dave aims the punch at him, Bro lets it connect and doesn't react much. It doesn't even hurt. But he let it connect for a reason, because then he's swiping his hand out to try and grip Dave's wrist. If he managed to get it, he's going to tug Dave towards him and swing his sword up at Dave's other hand, not even really aiming for the sword itself. Nah, he's going to cut that bitch off if it comes down to it.

Dave has to pull back. Bad things happen when you let yourself get pinned down in any way. He doesn't want Bro to get ahold of him again, knowing it can end this very quickly with no chance.

He isn't fast enough, being too close to fully dodge Bro's sword. At the very least, he doesn't lose his hand or arm. On the other hand, Bro does get a pretty good slice in. It stings pretty bad and he has to be extra careful now. If he's not too careful, the handle of his sword will become too slick from his blood and it'll make it easier to disarm him. He doesn't make any verbal response towards the pain. Instead, he holds his sword out again, gripping it with both hands.

When he sees that he's landed a hit, Bro lets him pull back. It's as if the sight of blood is slightly sobering for a moment, the realization that he hurt Dave flashing in his mind before... it's gone. It's gone, and suddenly he's even more determined to finish him off. He's wounded, which means it's not going to take much to really finish him. "It'll be over soon..." he says. "Everything." He steps back too, sword held out, gripped tight in his hands. Then he's running at Dave with everything he has, swinging his sword with all his strength.

Wow, Bro needs to stop talking. Whenever he says something it makes him feel a little sick. Like it really hits him how much Bro really wanted him dead right now.

Dave parries Bro's sword, the sound of metal and metal sliding against each other. It gives him an opening to aim his own kick at Bro's stomach. Come on, he just wants to get Bro down so he can run.

He can't stop talking. Bro just wants Dave to know how much he has his best interest at heart, and that he's working to get it all over with so that Dave can stop suffering. Because clearly being alive is suffering, isn't it? Better to be dead than alive in this shithole. It's clear he's forgotten or is just disregarding the fact that death isn't permanent. Or maybe... somewhere in the back of his mind, he has no intention of letting Dave wake up for long. In his mind, he could be there to help every single time.

The kick connects, because he's too filled with insanity to notice it coming at him. In a way, he's both more deadly and not quite as precise as he usually is. It sends up stumbling back, giving Dave a chance to try and run for it.

If he has the nerve to actually turn his back on Bro right now.

He didn't really have a choice. if he didn't take the chance, his chances of surviving were even lower than if he at least attempted. If he was already going to die, at least die knowing that he didn't miss a chance to survive.

As soon as Bro stumbled back, Dave bolted. He was running as quick as he could back towards the staircase. It was a shitty idea. He could glance back and see where Bro was. He really could. But he honestly rather not. The last thing he wanted to do was turn and see that Bro was right on his heels or something. He just wanted to get to the staircase. If his powers kick in, he could survive. Dying and coming back would suck a hell of a lot, but shit if he weren't gonna try.

Anger and even more determination flares inside of Bro as he stumbles back, clenching the spot of his stomach where Dave's foot collided with him. The only thought that went through his mind was that it was time to finally fucking end this game and do what he was supposed to do. Throwing his sword down, he runs at Dave as fast as his legs can carry him. When he's within range, he dives at him, wrapping his arms around his middle to tackle him to the ground.

Dave lets out a bit of yelp as he's knocked forward and to the ground.

He was immediately trying to scramble away and get the other off him, feeling fear actually flare up in his chest in a painful way. He was scared. He was scared of what Bro can do while he was in this state. It was fucking terrifying and there was no way to snap the other out of it.

Dave may be trying to get free, but there's no way Bro is going to let him. He's in an insanity induced haze and his strength is higher than ever, fueled by determination to get this done and over with. His hands close around Dave's wrists, squeezing tight especially around the one that has the sword in it. He dropped his own in order to tackle Dave, and he needs a weapon. So if he can get Dave to drop his, then it will make things easier.

"Just fuckin' give up!"

It really didn't help that Dave was tired. Fighting with John and Dave before really tires you out. You didn't think you could really get your ass whooped by yourself until it actually happens. His grip on his sword was getting weaker and weaker, trying to get free, but unable to do so. Being knocked down hurt. Bro's grip on his wrists hurt too.

"Get off, Bro!"

"No."

It's firm, his voice determined and it's obvious he's dead set on doing this. He squeezes Dave's wrist harder, nails digging in until he can feel the skin breaking underneath them as he fights to get Dave to let go of the sword. He lifts Dave's wrist up and then slams it back onto the ground, trying to get him to drop it.

"There's no point in fighting anymore, Dave, just fucking give up!"

Dave bites back the pained cry from the pain shooting through his wrists. But he finally relents, letting go of the sword. He just can't keep his grip when he wanted to somehow relieve the pain, his hands shaking slightly.

Shit. He's fucking scared. "I don't really like doing giving up," he replies weakly.

Finally.

His fingers are slick with blood by the time Dave lets go, but he doesn't care. Those words have him stopping for a brief moment, not reaching for the sword right away. "I know," is all he says for a moment. "But sometimes you gotta fucking give up for your own happiness."

Bro's given up trying to protect him. Dave should just give up on living. But it's obviously up to him to make it so.

He grabs Dave's sword and then moves to turn Dave over onto his back.

"This ain't gonna make me happy."

He's pretty sure nothing he says will snap Bro out of this at this point. The fact that Bro will purposely harm him without real reason? That wasn't how Bro. Maybe Bro beat the shit out of him and it hurt and it fucking sucked. But it was always to make Dave grow. Bro never harmed him for the sake of harming him. He tries to not let Bro roll him over. He was scared to see Bro's face.

To have the reality sink in that Bro wanted him dead. After he's tried so damn hard to stay alive.

Arguing with him, he realizes, it pointless. Because Dave just doesn't see it how he sees it. To Bro, it makes perfect sense, and it will make him happy. He won't have to struggle anymore. He won't have to deal with getting hurt all the fucking time. He won't have to deal with anything. So maybe he won't exactly feel happiness, but at least he fucking stops existing. No pain, not worries. Just nothing.

Dave might struggle, but eventually he gets the other onto his back. "S'almost over, kid."

That's because you're off your fucking rocker. You may be his idol, but he isn't stupid and he knows that he doesn't want to be dead. And it's not like this place will let him stay dead for long. He doesn't want Bro to kill him just because he's fucking insane right now. He knows this is just gonna fuck things up royally.

"Bro. Bro, fuck. Please don't." He doesn't even know what he doesn't want Bro to do passed don't kill me. Please, please, please. Snap out of it. This isn't funny anymore. This is a joke. It's got to be a joke. It has to be a joke.

Nothing can get through to Bro right now. He really is insane, instead of hearing Dave pleading not to, it's almost as if Bro is hearing him say 'do it, please do it'. Because it's what needs to happen. It fucking needs to happen so that Dave no longer needs to suffer. It's with no remorse and no hesitation that he lifts the sword high above his head and brings it down, stabbed Dave through the chest nearly to the hilt.

"Soon...You'll be okay soon... I promise."

God. He really wishes he had brought a different sword on him. The broken Deringer was not a sword you wanted to be stabbed with, Dave has decided. Nope, definitely not. It was infinitely more painful than probably being stabbed with a pointed blade.

He let's out a pained cry, feeling the blade slowly break skin and having it pressed further in into Bro can't push it in anymore. Why couldn't Bro just kill him swiftly? He let's out a ragged breath. Why the fuck is he still alive? Why is he in so much pain? Why is Bro making him go through this?

"This hurts, Bro." His voice is so quiet. He's in so much pain. He tries to writhe. Move. Try and make the pain stop, but it won't.

Bro isn't even thinking about how much it must hurt. All he can think of is how it's all going to be over soon. Dave might suffer for now, but it'll be over in a little while, when he finally succumbs to the pain. Bro rolls off of him and sits on the ground next to his head, cross legged. When Dave speaks, he just looks down at him, nodding slowly.

"I know..."

But it would be over soon. So fucking soon, all of worries would be over. It's such a relief that he can't help but laugh. Once, then twice. And then he's losing it, doubling over as he just keeps laughing. Dave may not realize it, but it's a relieved kind of laugh. The kind that you laugh when your worries are finally lifting and you know things will get better. But to Dave, it probably just sounds fucking psycho.

If you wanted him dead, why didn't you just make it quick? Like, is there a fucking reason to make him lie here with a sword through him? Is that really going to make this all that lifechanging? The answer is no. This is just really prolonging him eventually dying and coming back and adding all the trauma that comes with it. This is not going to make Dave any happier. It'll just make him miserable.

And, you're right. This just makes Bro seem even more crazy than he already was. But it also hurt. To be laughed at by Bro. Because Bro was doing all of this. Even if he was doing it under some twisted pretense that it was for the best. It hurt a lot. He let's out a choked sob. God, he was pathetic. Here he was lying on the ground with a sword through his chest crying. He wish Bro would just put him out of his misery now.

There's not a point to it. Bro just wasn't really thinking it through, and to him it's still not a bad thing. Dave will die, and that will be it. Everything will be better. He may have to suffer through a little more, but then it'll be over. He just keeps laughing, a nasty grin on his face before he shakily reaches out and rubs Dave's hair, smoothing it off his forehead.

"Love ya, kid."

So fucking much it hurts. This is for you. This is for you and everything will be better off when it's over.

Dave let's out a small hiccup along with a painful gasp of air. Fuck you for making him suffer, but he's not going to just die. Even if it meant fighting for an extra few seconds. Because he's not going to give up even if he's stuck lying on the ground bleeding to death.

He doesn't say anything response. Maybe another hiccup or a sob, but no actual words are said. He doesn't know what to say anyways. Nothing he says would change anything and Bro would still be crazy.

And the entire time, he can just hear all these stupid fucking voices and he hates this stupid fucking mist.

Bro is beyond hearing voices anymore. All he hears is the sound of his own laughter, mixed with the sounds of Dave crying and gasping for breath. He keeps stroking Dave's hair, laughing quietly every now and then. After a little while, he starts feeling frustrated. It's a sudden feeling, but it's coming on and it's strong.

"This is taking too fucking long!" he says, his voice breathy from the laughing.

He moves, reaching out and taking the hand of the sword. He pushes it further in, before giving it a violent twist. "Just fucking die already..."

He let's out a strangled cry. The sudden pressure and pain flaring up hurt a lot. The twist has him writhing slightly. Fuck. It hurts so much, but he doesn't want to die. When you get down to it, he really doesn't want to die.

Would he die if it meant saving someone he cared about? Fuck, he'd die hundreds of deaths to save them. But this was different. And this was terrifying.

And he doesn't even know what hurts more. The physical pain of bleeding to death or the fact that it was Bro doing it.

It doesn't do what Bro wanted it to. He hoped it would kill him faster, but it just seems to be doing nothing but causing him pain. God fucking damn it, he can't even do the one thing right that would help Dave, can he?

"Just die..."

It's quiet, almost pleading. "Come on, just fucking die. please. You're so close. Just let go already. You're almost there."

No, this just hurts a fuckton. He shuts his eyes tightly before opening them again. His vision was starting to get blurry and breathing was getting harder. This was such a painful way to go, holy shit. It wasn't that great the first time a year ago, it's not that great now.

He just shakes his head as best as he can. He doesn't want to die.

He's getting so frustrated right now. He thought it would be quicker, that it would be over fast and that Dave would finally be safe. But apparently fucking not, and it's just making him angry. Angry and borderline hysterical with stress and worry and impatience.

"Do I need to fucking stab you again?" as he speaks, he's looking around for his sword. He spots it a few feet away and shifts, moving onto his hands and knees. He starts crawling forward, though his movements are so shaky that it's taking him longer to get to it. "It's the only way."

He wants to reach out towards Bro. To stop him. He doesn't want to get stabbed again. But holy shit, who would think getting stabbed by a broadsword would hurt so much? Color him surprised.

Instead he just let's out a hiccup and maybe a small sob. On the other side, if Bro just ends this sooner. He doesn't think he'd mind. He's going to die anyways.

Bro barely hears Dave's noises as he reaches for the sword. When he gets it, he pulls himself up using the hilt and then shakily walks back over to Dave. His hands are shaking and his breathing is raspy. He hovers over Dave, before raising the sword up and bringing it down with a grunt, sinking it hard into Dave's stomach.

Everything goes black. There's still a slight rise and fall to Dave's chest, but it's so meager and weak. At the very least. Dave won't be conscious for the remaining moment of his life. He doesn't have to lie in pain until death sweeps over him while he bleeds out.

Bro's hands slide off the sword and he falls back onto his ass, his hands shaking harder as he stares at the bloody, hardly bleeding mess of Dave. And then he starts laughing again. Breathy, deranged laughs, because suddenly everything is funny. Everything is funny, and he's starting to feel weird as fuck, as if his body doesn't want to work anymore. But despite that, he's still just gonna fucking laugh.

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